i was listening to (let me be your) teddy bear by elvis in my room yesterday nite after work when some stupid idiot downstairs started shouting. probably he was drunk. or probably possessed. but whatever the reason, it made me want to let him be my punching bag. his bloody voice pierced through the glass window, through the thick wall, and through my headphone, just like how sunshine can pierce through the night clouds. almost like, a hot knife through melted butter. or better still, like wind through the air-con.
okay lame.
point is, you spoilt my mood la nbcb. ppl want to relax you shout shout.
ncbcbcbcbcb la.
oh well that was yesterday.
okay bye cb (and to all you english cunts, cb means cunt in chinese you stupid cunt).